Christmas comes but once each year
I beg from each of you a tear;
A tear for the homeless whose bed is the floor
And a tear for the children caught up in a war.
A tear for the prisoner locked in his cell
And a tear for the Gaoler who minds him, as well.
A tear for the hungry who've no food to eat
And a tear for the friendless who've no one to greet.
A tear for the orphan with no one to care
And a tear for the lover, who's lost in despair.
Then open your presents, eat hearty, and well
Say a prayer for poor Satan, way down there, in hell!
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Owain Glyn
